In my subconscious... sand particles, filter through... the hourglass of time... memories, kaleidoscope... I grasp, tiny trinkets... happy times, good feelings... that have survived... life's catastrophic storms... reaffirming my appreciation... for the life, I have been granted... I pray that I never forget... these tiny trinkets.. gifts from God...
I like this very much. I like my trinkets too. They show up in my short stories all the time, and every day I feel more and more appreciation for my life. Thank you for this poem, and for reminding me of those prescious trinkets.
~Jackie~
Carmen
~Joseph
love Tinka
Thanks,
Teresa Emilie
TRASK
this is absolutely beautiful...i pray i never forget where these "tiny trinkets" come from...they are gifts from God
and so is this awesome write *applause*
well done, zenith, well done!
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :)
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)